gra-tu-i-tous |grəˈt(y)oōitəs|
{ORIGIN mid 17th cent.: from Latin gratuitus ‘given freely,spontaneous’}
1. uncalled for; lacking good reason; unwarranted : gratuitous violence.2. given or done free of charge : gratuitous advice.
vi-o-let |ˈvī(ə)lət|{ORIGIN Middle English : from Old French violette} adjective:
1. a bluish-purple color seen at the end of the spectrum opposite red.
2. a herbaceous plant of temperate regions, typically having purple, blue,or white five-petaled flowers, one of which forms a landing pad for pollinating insects. Genus Viola, family Violaceae.
3. ME.

Sunday, April 10, 2011

saturday surprise- or- the nail polish chronicles

after a slew of crappy days, i decided to open it up to the option of having a not as shitty as other days day.
i had planned to sulk in bed and then clean my apartment- lazily. that did not go as planned.
here is what happened instead:

secor called. i invited him over for a coffee and a chat and opened the windows up a bit.
10 minutes later, he arrived on his bike. [i want a bike.]
we had coffee and i got out my nail polish with plans to add some glitter to my dull existence, hoping to cheer my sad self up. glitter can be magic. due to neglect, my box of nail polish was dusty and crusty. i had to empty it and wash the plastic container out.
i lined up all my bottles, and was instantly pepped up a bit.
bright colors are so chipper, no?

63 bottles of enamel on the mantle. resplendent spectrum, don't you agree?

or if you prefer a close up:

oooh! pretty!

but how could i forget you, oh sparkly ones?!?

 i couldn't let my friend leave before he received a coat of chipper, could i? not on your life, bub!

secor- in dolly pardon red.

grisel showed up as his nails were drying, and we decided to go for a hike up at east rock. but since there was a bike race contaminating the rock, the entire park was closed off. we decided to grab a coffee and head to sleeping giant instead.

grisel checks out the rock face, where a 12 year old boy fell to his death over 100 years ago- youch! the quarry was closed down shortly after the tragedy and 50 years later, the area was donated to the state as a park.

we took a few short cuts up the south side
the paths through the rhododendrons are soo cool
it was steeper than it looked. i was panting.

when you get to the end of the hiking path, there is a stone tower, 4 stories high, with a picnic area on the bottom floor, and a couple fireplaces built in, and ramps to the top with a look-out spot.

it was @ 6pm, and the light was descending

cool iron spiderweb overlapping the cut-out

although it was hazy/polluted, we saw the "water" past the tall buildings of downtown/ the new haven harbor

i was pooped after our 4 mile hike up and down a sleeping giant, so i took a nice hot bubble bath and built a lovely fire afterwards. I drank 2 red stripes and watched helen mirin on snl. all good stuff.

and yes, i had time to paint my nails as well. 

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